Carson Knight

*This is Part IV of a four–part series. If you would like to read Part I, you can find it here: Therapeutic Stumbles – Horror Obsessive Bangor, Texas, was a war zone when he opened the door. The first thing that hit him was the blast of wind. Not a relieving sort but like a furnace was opened, one filled with hornets. The rain slammed him in the face, and his hair was drenched by the time he got to the driveway. His shoes were soaked and cold, but the raincoat had kept his upper body dry.

*This is Part III of a four–part series. If you would like to read Part I, you can find it here: Therapeutic Stumbles – Horror Obsessive Thomas was living his kind of terror and despair that night. The white–knuckle kind that had a man on the brink of drinking. In his home, it was a dreadful scene. In his mind, it was phantasmagoric. He made it without a sip.

*This is Part II of a four – part series. If you would like to read Part I, you can find it here: Therapeutic Stumbles – Horror Obsessive Bangor, Texas, was a bit like a small town in Texas would look like in the emerging century. Small enough to suck the life out of you but American and cookie-cutter sufficient to feature all your corporate bile. You’ve got a Starbucks, a Target, a Walmart, and any number of other corporate giants that killed a lot of America’s mom-and-pop stores ages ago.